You didn't miss anything, I was just too sad and disgusted to vent. I lost one of my best old hens to start the week off, then like a moron gave my all time super-star best hen in the universe aspiration pneumonia while trying to medicate her. I've done it a million times and this is the one I eff up. On the amazingly good side, she came around after a night sounding like someone sucking the bottom of a cup with a straw. Then we discovered my brother's place was robbed of all the new windows he bought to redo the house, plus a bunch of tools and other stuff. Not just robbed either, but the house turned over, his garment bag with his good suit slashed open, drawers turned out, mattress flung across the room and worst of all, one of the urns with my dad's ashes flung across the room. Of course he has no insurance. Tens of thousands of dollars, but the most heart breaking was the urn. It didn't break, but it was so harsh. I'd like just five minutes alone with whoever did it. Just five. With my bare hands. And little though I may be, you know how pissed I am.

Anyway, I have to laugh when you mention Truman, I have had that exact image of him in the boat lately myself. I think I need to re-watch that movie. I guess the most important things were not lost, my dad's ashes and paintings, and Trixie is feeling better, so we're on the mend here, but what a week.

I'm hoping when Mr. Neighbor comes back things stay cool for you guys. It's not like you had any control over what happened, so upset as they may be, there's no point in starting trouble. Fingers crossed!